Na cer
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Locked Heart
What is this place? Why is it shrouded in darkness? There's no entrance, no way in, yet a flicker of light pierces the gloom of this small, cubical room. It's not big enough for anyone else, just me. But I'm comfortable here. I have no desire to leave, yet the door exists—I can feel it, though I can't see it. I have the key, a golden key adorned with shapes and cryptic symbols. I've spent an eternity trying to solve them, and now I'm certain of their impossibility. What's the use of a key without a door? And this door, a creation of my own imagination, has no proof of existence except this feeling. This feeling deceives me, distancing it when I approach and bringing it near when I retreat. It's an empty loop, suggesting the futility of escape. Is it worth all this effort? Or is it just another illusion? But the real question remains: Is escape even possible?
By Na cer8 months ago in Confessions